This is a song about "Protection"

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Try to hire protection, it's a piece o' cake.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

You ever been surrounded by a gang with no protection,

They learned a lesson that death threaten without god protection,

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Come on kid, its only wrong if you don't have protection.